Walking through a field of roses
Shivering at every single touch...

What is past is past
left behind to never be forgotten...

Most lines are about 8 syllables, altough some are...
Through this door I went...

Silence-in the quiet eternity of th'ethereal night
in heavenly places that are only there for you to...

Inside
and out of sight...

Roses with no right to flourish
standing out in a withered field...

Make a wish and dream a star
may this little princess see...

I write for I have no inspiration
creating nothing saying lines of ink...

Ever on from that first moment on
Vainly trying to catch a glimpse...

Stupidity is my best quality
at least I have a thing to be proud of...

Black silk
perfect beauty...

Oceans around me
but i cannot find you there...